Chapter 93
[Damn it… this is hell!!]
The Demon King of Envy, Leviathan, screamed in agony.
She had forced her authority to directly interfere with Asmodeus’s
domain—Time Stop—and now she was paying the price.
Each demon king had their own unique gifts.
But even now, Asmodeus’s power to freeze time was absurd. Unreasonable.
Unnatural.
And to think it was being wielded by a mere human—Amael.
If it had been Asmodeus in her prime, no one would’ve been able to interfere at all.
[I can’t hold this much longer! Are we even doing anything?!]
Leviathan’s panicked screams were met with irritated shouts from Belphegor and Satan.
[Hold it together! If we lose this chance, it’s over!!]
The three demon kings had pinpointed the only moving being within frozen time—Amael—and forcibly tore open a rift in space to send in their followers.
While Leviathan wrestled with Time Stop, Satan mobilized his troops.
[My followers are entering now! Hang in there, Leviathan!]
She turned to Belphegor, desperate.
[Belphegor! What about you?!]
[Relax, Leviathan. The moment the saint is far enough from Belia, my followers will move in.]
[Damn it—just hurry!! I’m reaching my limit!!]
Asmodeus’s power had become monstrous.
Even drawing on only a fraction—enough not to crush her human host—her resistance was terrifying.
[Just a little more. It won’t take long. He’s just a human. He can’t possibly stand against over a hundred of Satan’s chosen warriors.]
Belphegor was confident.
She rubbed her hands together, eyes locked onto the only location in the human realm where time still moved.
[You can’t fight while carrying someone on your back, can you, Amael?]
As she watched, Amael lowered Kanya to the ground… and stepped forward.
Just a little more.
A few more steps between them…
[There. That’s far enough—!]
But then—Amael vanished from Belphegor’s sight.
Satan’s eyes went wide.
[M-My chosen?!]
An impossible scene unfolded before them.
He was supposed to be a Lust-aligned vessel.
Asmodeus wasn’t a frontline brawler—even during the Heavenly War, she fought by ambushing, exploiting time gaps, never facing enemies head-on.
But now?
Amael had crushed one of Satan’s elite warriors in a single move.
[W-What’s going on?! Why is this happening?! Belphegor!!]
Their plan was unraveling.
While Leviathan suppressed Time Stop, Satan would restrain Amael, giving Belphegor the chance to steal Belia from Kanya.
But now?
Amael was far too powerful.
[Belphegor! Get Belia now! Hurry!!]
[I know!]
She had planned to wait—until Amael was worn down or defeated.
But now she had no choice.
She ordered her followers to strike.
[Take Belia! Bring her to me! NOW!!]
[Focus, Amael! Stay sharp!]
Kon was screaming in my head.
My body continued to vent steam like a furnace.
Absolute Hypnosis had overclocked my mind.
Body Reconstruction and Sensory Amplification ×3000 had pushed my senses and reflexes to their peak.
Everything… was in slow motion.
The remaining two knights—frozen in mid-motion as they drew their swords, horrified by how easily I crumpled their comrade.
Soldiers with rifles and machine guns raised their weapons.
Black mages lifted staves, preparing spells.
But I saw all of it.
My heart pounded. Hard. Relentless.
It felt like it would explode—
But Kon was managing my body in real-time with adjustments so precise even I couldn’t replicate them.
I inhaled deeply.
Air flooded my lungs like a tidal wave.
Then—I moved.
The Time-Stopped Warhammer in my hand swung toward the next knight.
To my surprise… he reacted. He raised his sword in defense.
But it didn’t matter.
With a brutal crack, the sword shattered.
He was launched—armor and all—like a cannonball into the distance.
Only one knight remained.
I was targeting the most dangerous ones first—
Trying to thin the field.
[Amael!! Slow down! You’re moving too fast—I can’t keep up! The enhancements can’t sync with your pace!]
I heard Kon scream.
But I couldn’t stop.
Sorry, Kon.
If I don’t finish this now, I may never get the chance again.
I lunged at the final knight.
But just as I moved—my body froze.
Looking down, I realized my wrists and ankles were bound by sticky, crimson hands rising from the ground.
Blood curses.
Six black mages were chanting with ferocious speed, staffs raised.
“NOW! SHOOT HIM!!”
The soldiers fired.
Gunfire rained like thunder.
Most bullets bounced off my time-armor harmlessly—
But a few found their way through the gaps.
A burning, searing sensation stabbed into my side like a red-hot drill.
[Healed it! You’re good!]
“Thanks, Kon.”
[Tell me we can win this!! PLEASE!!]
…Can we?
I don’t know.
Or maybe… I don’t want to.
Honestly, I hope the three demon kings get so furious they rip my soul apart with their own hands.
Even Asmodeus wouldn’t be able to stop them—not 3 vs 1.
While I reeled from the gunfire, the last knight charged, sword crackling with dark crimson energy.
I blocked every strike—
But my limbs were getting heavy.
Those cursed blood-hands weren’t just bindings—they were debuffs.
If I kept this up, I’d collapse.
“Kon!”
[I know what you need! That attack, right?!]
“Do it!”
The warhammer in my hand shuddered… then morphed.
It elongated—reshaping into a massive javelin.
I gripped it tightly.
The charging knight came too close—
I spun, hurling him back with a brutal strike—
Then turned and hurled the spear straight at the black mages and soldiers.
“You ready?”
[Throw it—now!]
I hurled it with everything I had.
The javelin screamed through the air—
Then shattered in mid-flight into hundreds of micro-shards.
A wave of steel rain blanketed the battlefield.
It was terrifying.
A combination of Kon’s precision… and my brute force.
“Gahhk!!”
“Kugh—!”
Bullets, spells, and armor meant nothing against the overwhelming power of a weapon forged from frozen time.
In an instant, dozens of followers collapsed—riddled with holes like shattered beehives.
Even the black mages lost control, scrambling to cast defensive spells. Their grips on my bindings faltered—and the blood-red hands restraining me vanished.
[We’re good, Amael! Now’s your—wait—SHIT! Look out!!]
Before Kon could finish, a bone-chilling boom ripped through the air as the last remaining knight charged me.
No weapon in hand.
I raised my gauntlet—reinforced by frozen time—to block the oncoming strike.
His sword slammed into the stilled barrier with the force of an explosion.
My ears rang from the impact, until Kon quickly patched my hearing.
We clashed.
Blades, fists, pressure—again and again.
And despite everything I’d enhanced—
Reflexes ×3000, superhuman muscle and bone density—
I found myself barely holding even.
What the hell was this guy?
I landed a few counterstrikes. Swung at his limbs.
But raw strength was useless without technique.
I wasn’t trained for this. Not like him.
“Kon! I need a weapon—now!!”
[On it!!]
As the time-frozen javelin field dispersed, another weapon formed near my right hand.
This time—a sword.
A large, heavy greatsword, nearly identical in shape to the one the knight was using.
I deflected his blow—then grabbed my new sword and swung.
The moment our blades collided—
Slice.
His sword snapped in half.
[Hah! I made the edge razor-fine! That’s the beauty of Time Stop, baby!]
Kon was getting good at this.
“It’s over!”
I raised the blade and brought it down in a crushing arc.
The knight stepped back just in time—barely avoiding the kill zone.
But…
[Pfft. Just extend the length.]
The sword surged longer in an instant—
Turning his evasive step into a fatal mistake.
SHHHRACK.
The edge sliced through him vertically.
He dropped like a cleaved statue.
Three knights down.
The hardest part was over.
All that remained were a few scrappy survivors—
And six black mages.
[Let’s mop the rest up—wait! Amael!! Look! Kanya!!]
At Kon’s sudden scream, I whipped my head toward her.
Men in black robes.
Wearing the same outfit as the one who drove a dagger into Kanya’s heart.
My eyes widened.
“Ka—!!”
I started running—
But blood-red hands burst from the ground again, gripping my limbs tight.
And then—
“Hold him down!!”
Three of the black mages focused everything on binding me,
While the other three hurled spells one after another.
“Shield!!”
[Got it!!]
The sword in my hand shifted—forming a shield across my front.
It swerved and adjusted automatically, blocking every incoming spell.
“Javelin! One more time!!”
A spear reformed in my palm.
I couldn’t let Kanya be taken again.
No matter what.
I raised my arm—ready to throw—
But the remaining enemies had learned.
They scattered.
Spread out in every direction.
Smart.
I had to prioritize.
The black mages first.
I gritted my teeth and pulled my arm back.
Then—
[Amael!! Kanya—!!]
Kon’s scream and a gunshot echoed behind me.
No.
No no no.
Not her.
I turned.
Just in time to see—
[…Wait. Kanya is going berserk.]
What I saw wasn’t what I feared.
Far from it.
Kanya was on her feet—
Pistol in hand.
And one by one—
She shot the cultists in the head
with uncanny precision.
No wasted bullets.
No hesitation.
Clean, surgical executions.
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